Bao Leyao was really convinced!
There must be a limit to love!
She hummed twice, turned over, gave her parents a back, and her eyes fell on the snowflakes outside the window.
She looks like it's snowing, okay?
She stopped looking at them.
Bo Xingzhi looked at his daughter's back and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with her?"
"Maybe you want to go out and play in the snow? Your health doesn't allow it, so I'm a little more energetic." Ruan Su laughed softly and deliberately misinterpreted her daughter's behavior.
Sure enough, when Bao Leyao heard what she said, he immediately looked back at her like a cat with exploded fur, "I don't want to go out to play in the snow! I'm not a baby anymore."
"Then why are you so angry?" Ruan Su looked at her with a smile on his face.
"I..." Bao Leyao hummed in her heart again.
Aren’t you tortured by the love between you and your husband?
But she couldn't say it out loud, fearing that her mother would reward her for having sex.
So she could only hum a few words in her heart.
There is nothing else she can do.
I could only watch sadly as my father held my mother's hand affectionately and played with her hand with his big palm from time to time.
Well, the old couple won.
"Okay, the snow is getting heavier and heavier, otherwise it will be difficult to drive on the road. You should go back quickly. When Jingyao and Jinghuai come back, I will go home to accompany you." Bo Xingzhi was reluctant to let go of Ruan.
Su's soft little hands said, "Make me some handmade noodles tonight. I haven't eaten them for a long time. I want to eat them very much today."
"It's snowing today, how about... having hot pot? Cook the handmade noodles in the hot pot? It's steaming hot. Cooking hot pot in the snow is the best thing." Ruan Su suggested softly.
"Okay! I'm looking forward to it." Bo Xingzhi felt soft in his heart after hearing Ruan Su's suggestion. When he thought of his wife preparing dinner for him, he felt a little excited for no reason.
Bo Leyao: "..."
Everyone is feeling bad.
"I also want to eat hot pot, and I also want to eat the handmade noodles made by my mother..."
"I don't want to stay here to recuperate, I want to go home."
Ruan Subai glanced at her and said, "Don't make trouble, just be good. Mom will cook hot pot for you after you are discharged from the hospital."
Bo Leyao flattened her mouth, expressing her helplessness.
My mouth is so greedy that my saliva is about to flow out.
"Okay, stop teasing the children." Bo Xingzhi smiled gently at her, "Don't delay anymore, go back quickly."
Ruan Su then walked out of the ward with Jian Qiqi. He was worried about Shen Qiao and Bo Yanzheng, so he went to Shen Qiao's ward to give him a few words.
"We are going to cook hot pot tonight and prepare sick meals for Shen Qiao and Le Yao."
Bo Yanzheng looked at the wind and snow outside, "
It's snowing too hard, don't let the nanny deliver it, I'll wait for some takeaway."
"Jingyao and Jinghuai will come over, just ask them to bring it over. You don't have to worry." Ruan Su looked at Shen Qiao with loving eyes, "What do you want to eat at night? Qiao Qiao?"
She has automatically and intimately aroused Shen Qiao Qiaoqiao.
Shen Qiao was stunned. She opened her mouth to murmur, but her mind suddenly went blank.
In my memory, I haven’t heard the word Qiao Qiao for a long, long time.
Her eyes were sore, and it took a while before she said with a choked voice, "Anything is fine."
"Le Yao, that girl is also clamoring for hot pot, but your health doesn't allow it. After you two girls are discharged from the hospital, let's go out to eat hot pot." Ruan Su touched Shen Qiao's head, "Then and I will You, Aunt Qiqi, went back together."
After Ruan Su and Jian Qiqi left, the ward became quiet again.
Shen Qiao lay on the hospital bed and crawled into bed, tears falling unconsciously.
But she didn't dare let Bo Yanzheng see it.
I could only hold back my tears and let them flow out silently, not daring to make any sound.
Bo Yanzheng was sitting on the sofa, holding a laptop. While he was working, he suddenly looked up and found that Shen Qiao had buried herself under the quilt for a while. It seemed that since her mother Ruan Su left, she had covered herself Went in.
He frowned, couldn't help but put down the computer, and reached out to pull the quilt, "Don't you feel uncomfortable covering yourself so tightly?"
"It's not uncomfortable." The girl's voice sounded like she was angry. Why was there a hint of inexplicable crying?
Moreover, she still buried her head and clutched the quilt with her two little hands, refusing to show her face.
Bo Yanzheng felt sad, "You won't cry, will you?"
"I'm not crying, why should I cry... Why am I crying for no reason?" Shen Qiao turned her back to the man and hurriedly wiped the tears on her face with her hands.
Then he turned around slightly, his eyes were red, it was obvious that he had cried.
Bo Yanzheng was startled. He didn't quite understand the girl's thoughts and thought her wound was hurting again.
His tone also became urgent, "Does your injury hurt? What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Shen Qiao's eyes were clear and washed by tears. She looked at his anxious handsome face and shook her head, "No, there is no pain or discomfort."
I just miss my mother a little bit.
How wonderful it would be if my mother were still alive~!
But, she couldn't say it.
She forced herself to smile, "It's snowing so hard outside! I really want to go out and walk in the snow!"
She changed the topic without leaving a trace, not wanting Bo Yanzheng to continue questioning her.
"You have difficulty walking with your body, let alone walking in the snow." Bo Yanzheng did not press her further, but he kept an eye on her and would pay attention to her from time to time.
No longer hiding in bed, the air he breathed became more comfortable, and Shen Qiao's eyes wandered out the window.
She stared at the heavy snow outside in trance.
"I remember when I was young, my mother would cook hot pot when it snowed. My father would be very happy when he came back from get off work and would buy some beer on the way to get off work."
Her voice was light and leisurely.
"It's just...I will never feel that warmth again."
When Bo Yanzheng heard that she was finally willing to speak, he couldn't help but stood up, came to her, gently hugged her into his arms, and asked her in a low voice, "Is my arms warm now?"
The man's body temperature was not low and his chest was very thick. Holding her gently like this, with her little face pressed against his chest, she could almost hear his strong heartbeat.
"Warm. Very warm." Shen Qiao greedily sniffed the scent of cedar on his body.
But still don't forget to warn yourself, don't be greedy, this doesn't belong to you.
Bo Yanzheng hugged her for a while and then gently let her go. He helped her lie down and tucked her in, "Don't think too much, and don't always think about sad things. Take good care of your injuries. We are discharged from the hospital. We are a family." Let’s go eat hot pot.”
A family... Shen Qiao looked at his handsome face blankly, what was he talking about? Does he know it?
A family? How could she be a family with him?
She lowered her head, feeling the numbness and pain in her chest, spreading bit by bit like needle pricks.
"Why is your face suddenly so pale?" Bo Yanzheng looked at her in confusion. Did he say something? Did he make her unhappy again?
This feeling of paying attention to a girl all the time is really a mixed blessing.
"No." Shen Qiao shook his head.
Then I heard the man say again, "Qiaoqiao, I will also call you Qiaoqiao from now on, okay?"
It sounds very intimate.
She wanted to say, it’s better not to give it up... When I leave in the future, I’m afraid I won’t be able to let it go.
But she also felt that the Bo family was so kind to her, and it seemed a bit heartless for her to say this.
How should she repay the Bo family's kindness?
Bo Yanzheng's deep eyes were fixed on her little face, "If you don't refuse, then I'll take it as your acquiescence, Qiao Qiao."
To be continued...